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I had never been with a woman before. That night changed everything.
I didn’t protest, didn’t cry out in panic. Instead with a strange, fatalistic fascination, I watched Eleanor prepare. With deliberation she removed all her clothes. First went the boots, zippers on the inside legs cutting through the tense silence. Then, those well manicured fingers dexterously unfastened the vest one button at a time. She shrugged and the vest fell away to reveal full, firm breasts with erect n*****s. Those same fingers worked at hidden buttons on the side of her pants, which slid down over chiseled hips. Hands slid back up over bare, well-formed legs that just went on and on to a taut, trim stomach. Around a thin waist she donned a leather harness, but without a dildo. Three straps hung down, two
